Chapter 2 IN
THE LODGE OF AKKOMI.The earliest stars had picked their way through the blue canopy,
when the men from the camp crossed over to the fishing village of
the Indians; for it was only when the moon of May, or of June,
lightened the sky that the red men moved their lodges to the
north—their winter resort was the States.
“Dan—umph! How?” grunted a tall brave lounging at the opening of
the tepee. He arose, and took his pipe from his lips, glancing with
assumed indifference at the handsome young stranger, though, in
reality, Black Bow was not above curiosity.
“How?” returned Overton, and reached out his hand. “I am glad to
see that the lodges by the river hold friends instead of
strangers,” he continued. “This, too, is a friend—one from the big
ocean where the sun rises.
